Kato is moulting and has turned into a canine game of jack straws. She looks rusty with moulty tufts just asking to be removed. Kato dislikes being brushed anywhere but her chest. Frodi snatches the brush and flings it. Kato just leans awkwardly against a wall to make brushing impossible.
Kato was tucking into her dinner (Butchers Country Stew on a cheeky divan of chicken & rice Chappie complete). I was making hippies dinner (stuff), I espied Kato’s tawny loose looking tufts...I sidled...if I’m really gentle... I sidled a little closer...I gripped the taunting tuft between thumb and forefinger...
“Off” said Kato “Rude to epilate me while I’m dining”
Kato was on dessert (a rich crunchy Carrot de la Tesco) when hippy was on his 3rd tuft...like diffusing a bomb...the tension in the air
“FFS!” abbreviated Kato crossly, thwarting hippies valiant attempt to score a Five Tufter.
Later, I scored a perfect ten verified by the adjudicator Mr Miele Vacuum and it still counts even if the Canine Pick-Up-Sticks Game is asleep.